Things were flying all over the ship, rapidly exchanging ions, reaching an elastic state between matter and energy. Commander Yi said he felt like fish jelly, his favorite dish. The pilot watched him as the officer swam over to check on life support
Hematopoetics, the study of the somatic heroic epic
It was a desperate move, one I hadn't employed in awhile. Take all systems offline and just drift. I vaulted backward through mistake clusters looking for the source of our recent problems. Then I came to the clearing. It was cool and empty. I raised my hands like antennae through the orgone. "Macrophage Jabberwocky," was all that popped into my head. What, the story of Beowulf as told by an impetuous white blood cell? Google wasn't really helping. Frumious phagocytes, the microvilli go snickersnackersnickersnacker, and the bacilli fall at the feet of epithelial foilage, reaching from endo out into the plasmosphere. Beating clouds of enzymes sing my name in lovely organic molecules around catalytic smiles of the lymphocytes, showing me delicate chromatin structures, as they accept the antigen trophies.